the hardest hour of the day because we all have to be so responsible then. Jack and I both realize this hurdle today. My performance during this hour makes or breaks my day. If I lose my temper I feel like shit all day. Without a cigarette the only way to manage is to slink out of the house and leave them to their own devices and let things fall wherever...
To be fair - Jack does most of the work during this hour - he makes the lunches though I always check for utensils. He feeds the dogs though I make sure the dog door is actually open because it's been left shut at times. He takes out the garbage and the recycling though I try to make sure a new bag gets put in the can. I follow behind and do the invisible stuff - I'm the checker and order barker - I hate this job but I seem to be stuck with it.
Do the dogs have water, is the stove turned off, did Frankie brush her teeth and her hair, are they wearing weather appropriate clothing, is the cello going to school today, is the electric guitar going to school, are cell phones recharged and in the right pockets - are we coordinated with one another on who is driving where and when...
I really hope none of this matters in another week when I may feel human again. But maybe just the fact that I am thinking about it right now is enough to help me shift a few things.
This morning I thought - well it's time to set a few goals and make a plan to achieve them.
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